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|Rookie Luke Walton showed no fear in Game 2 against the Pistons.|
You knew going in they needed a Game 2 spark. You knew Kobe and Shaq were going to do their thing; but you knew if the Lakers were going to even the series, somebody else had to bring it, too.
Your money was on the old lion. On GP. He was a Nowhere Man in Game 1. He was a ghost on the off day, telling the press he'd be back "in a minute" and slipping out the back door. So he had much to prove on Tuesday night, and he's the kind of guy who's always liked it that way. He'd come to L.A. for just this night, for just this moment. When the Staples Center sound system blared Van Halen's "Right Now" during pre-game introductions, you figured it was Gary's anthem. When you saw him walking and dribbling slow and easy during warm-ups, with his chin cocked high and defiant, with his swagger echoing the old days, you figured he was about to bust out. You figured, like Dylan Thomas, he was set for some raging against the dying of the light. "Payton is the X-factor tonight," Charles Barkley told you before the game. "He's got to be. He's got to force the tempo, speed this team up, push the ball." Barkley said Malone was tired after going heads-up with Duncan and then KG. He said Game 2 was on Gary. You thought so, too. But the old lion didn't have it in him. He dug deep and came up empty. There were glimmers, and he was hawking when he was out there; but in the end, his X marked no spot at all. The game seemed to move past him and around him. He was never anywhere near its heart.
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Game 1 : Pistons 87, Lakers 75
Game 2 : Lakers 99, Pistons 91 (OT)
Game 3 : (Thursday, June 10): 8:30 p.m. ET
Game 4 : (Sunday, June 13): 8:30 p.m. ET
Game 5: (Tuesday, June 15 if nec.): 8:30 p.m. ET
Game 6: (Thursday, June 17 if nec.): 8:30 p.m. ET
Game 7: (Sunday, June 20 if nec.): 8:30 p.m. ET
You watched the old lion scramble to stick to Chauncey Billups. You saw him reaching in and getting caught. You saw his shots go clang in the night, and you thought, "It's happening. This is it. The time has come. The Glove is dead. Long live The Glove." And when David Steele of the San Francisco Chronicle quipped, "If The Glove doesn't fit, Payton must quit," and the press box busted up, you were sure of it. "It's not a good feeling for me," GP said in the locker room afterward. "I am not really used to this."
It is a sad thing.
As Hemingway once wrote, the end of something always is. But the end of something is the beginning of something, too, and for all the creaks in the bones of the old lion, there was also the Walton kid, looking like Tigger, hopping all over the joint, making plays and taking names.
"The pressure can shrink you," his dad had told you. "But the great players rise up to it. They play to their abilities when it's the most intense."
He was talking about the old lion when he said it. But by the time Game 2 was over, his words and the future belonged to his boy, to the young lion.
|Gary Payton's best days are clearly behind him -- and he knows it.|
The crowd went crazy for the young lion last night. His teammates got up off the bench whenever he came off the floor, shouting his name and slapping his back. His coach raved about him, calling him the "player of the game" on a night when Kobe went for 33 and drove a last-second dagger deep into Piston hearts. And the press box marveled at him, reading his stat line aloud like Ed McMahon calling out the total on the tote board. "He's got seven points, five assists, and three rebounds in 12 minutes." "He's got seven assists now, and two blocks, in 22 minutes." We all loved Luke like a newborn baby, which is exactly what he was. He was taking shape, breathing the heady air of primetime for the first time, right before our eyes. It was a sweet thing. It was the kind of thing that you'll keep with you weeks, months, and years from now.
You'll keep Kobe's shot, too. But that youngster is so good he seems old by now; and his feats, spectacular as they are, seem like old hat. But what the young lion did last night ... there was so much delight in it, so much surprise, and so much cool.
|Luke Walton dishes the sweet wraparound pass to Shaq.|
Seven points, eight assists, five rebounds, and two blocks.
That's not a spark, that's a house of fire. That's Dennis Leary saying, "I'm knocking on the door and I'm coming in."
That's the knowledge that we've seen Luke's last "DNP-coach's decision" in this series, and maybe ever.
And so there he was at the head table in the interview room after the game, wearing a shy grin, fielding questions, and soaking up the moment.
You looked at him up there and you thought about GP, too. They were linked last night, the one setting and the other rising. The moment Gary couldn't seize becoming, in bust-out second and fourth quarters, the minutes in which Luke staked his claim.
Kobe's run in the closing seconds and into the overtime was thrilling, but it was the old and young lions who had you thinking about Jim McKay's old line. It was their night that had the human drama of athletic competition in it.
Eric Neel is a regular columnist for Page 2. He will file daily from the NBA Finals, and his "On Baseball" column appears weekly during the baseball season.